1 – SOMETHING YOU DESERVE. it’s because of what you do. you had paid the price. but after doing your homework, burning the midnight candle and still not getting the grades. here’s what you’ll hear. maybe, you’re effort is not yet enough. you might be doing something wrong.
after caring for your kids. staying at home, putting family’s needs 1st before your own, suddenly, news of your partner’s infidelity reaches your ears, or the tragic accident your children ran into. finally, you ask is this what i deserve?
2 – MERE LUCK. the sun shines to both the good and the bad.
we (human) all follow rules. god embodies the law. meaning he don’t follow them, he lives them. now, if he lives them, he does not and cannot break them. because that is very unlike him. we would never think of a god who will break the law. we would never think of a god who’ll go against or contradict himself. that is human frailty. i’m not saying principles is above him. law, principles, rules (not formulated by human) is him. as my premise says he embodies them. but when we observe the crooks (corrupt politicians, the drug lords, the pedophiles, the murderers, i’m talking about big-time manloloko) having their ways, is the law in operation? or taking sometime out? we would never think of that! ang lalim!!!
2nd thought: GOD CAN BLESS WHOM HE PLEASES.
we are subject to god’s whims. again, we would never think of a god who is unstable or constantly changing. that is human’s characteristic. but he is above all. he is powerful. no one can dictate him. he does what he does. no question asks.
now, which is which? between the two, who is your god?
this guy deserves another chance. when scandalous news about him broke out, my 1st thought was what if my own skeletons were unburied? will people close to me understand?
sometimes, hard to explain and unknown to ourselves but each of us might be keeping a hideous part (could be habit, behavior, etc.) of our persona.
actually, i don’t know this guy. only after the news came out that i took notice of him. that proves the cliche “bad or good publicity is still a publicity”.
still, let us give him the benefit of the doubt.
to mr. chen i say, people do forget. and they get bored with old stuffs.
the scissors – she owns it. the only material possession which i have of her.
i wrote this poem while she was lying sick in bed. and added another stanza 6 months after her death. everything here truly happened. if there is a word which best describes my mother – it’s hard work. she died 4 years ago. one guy said (can’t remember his name), “there are some things you’ll spend a lifetime getting over with”. this is one of them for me.
i discovered this poem just 3 weeks ago, stashed away in the draft folder of my email add (thank, goodness! this had survived.) i wrote a lot of poems in my journal which i left behind in the province. and probably, my family had started fires using those pages.
this poem finally budged me to create this blog. maybe, to devote this 1st entry for her. after all, next to god i owe her my life.
here’s the poem:
a month before…
she climbs the roof for patches
rain are passing thru the leaks
sons and nephew are useless
can’t they see the house a mess?
with ailing hands, body pain’d
she’s up there, the roof to mend
feet on the stairs, limbs bent
’tis more job she can tend.
but this needs be done or else
the rain will soak all their gears
though a woman, ag’d with years
work! she must, despite the tears.
a little earlier…
in the village, everywhere
see her smile go sweeter
as she tell of son so dear
earn degree this semester.
oh, what joy! this news do bring.
how long she dreamed for this thing
at last, it’s here; a real ding
makes her heart and soul to sing.
this very day…
she is sick; very much ill!
joy before, no more to feel,
bind on bed; who can tell
this lady, what might befell?
six months after…
pain, anguish and agony
life is gone, was it set free?
relief, is not hard to see
but was there another way?
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